Y'all.
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I thought July was soup-brain inducing. Turns out, it was all August.
Long story short: The Trek con was fantastic. Except for getting stuck in the room because we couldn't open the *%(# door. Also faceplanting on the stage during the costume contest, because OF COURSE.
I also panicked in the middle of it and gave my prop to the host of the contest, because I panicked. End of the day, it didn't matter. She loved it. So much. Also I ended up being Trek-Twitter famous for like 5 minutes among the Prodigy peeps. And she posted my photo again on her Trek Day post. LOL
There's a bunch of other stuff, really. But right now, I'm just trying to get through today, because there's a tax deadline on Monday and I've done ALL I can..
Tomorrow, dinner with sar_kaz_m and the Hoser. I mean hubs. ;)
Next on deck is getting my crap together because I have a fundraiser to start pimping out and stuff to make for that, ahead of Princess Weekend - did I mention I agreed to do an in-person 10k at WDW? I feel like I did... But more on that, later.
Anyway, I continue to love all your faces! ♥
(copy/pasted from LJ, the old way)
Long story short: The Trek con was fantastic. Except for getting stuck in the room because we couldn't open the *%(# door. Also faceplanting on the stage during the costume contest, because OF COURSE.
I also panicked in the middle of it and gave my prop to the host of the contest, because I panicked. End of the day, it didn't matter. She loved it. So much. Also I ended up being Trek-Twitter famous for like 5 minutes among the Prodigy peeps. And she posted my photo again on her Trek Day post. LOL
There's a bunch of other stuff, really. But right now, I'm just trying to get through today, because there's a tax deadline on Monday and I've done ALL I can..
Tomorrow, dinner with sar_kaz_m and the Hoser. I mean hubs. ;)
Next on deck is getting my crap together because I have a fundraiser to start pimping out and stuff to make for that, ahead of Princess Weekend - did I mention I agreed to do an in-person 10k at WDW? I feel like I did... But more on that, later.
Anyway, I continue to love all your faces! ♥
(copy/pasted from LJ, the old way)
Happy Birthday, RM!
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LJ IDOL WEEK 9
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edge·lord ˈej-ˌlȯrd. plural edgelords. slang. : someone who makes wildly dark and exaggerated statements (as on an internet forum) with the intent of shocking others.
CW: suicide, mental health issues, abuse, murder and violence.
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Her - age 17.
She doesn't care.
She really doesn't.
Not about them, or their opinions.
They act like they disbelieve this of course, and that doesn't shock her. Why would they ever believe their opinion isn't important enough to matter to her?
When she tells them she doesn't care what they think of her, or herlifestyle choices she's met with verbal abuse.
That's their God given right they believe.
At home - courtesy of both controlling parents - sometimes her father's fists if that takes the older man's fancy, or the mother's slaps.
"We brought you into this world, we can take you out of it!"
At school.
From idiots in her class who think high school is gonna matter in the grand scheme of life.
Kids who don't realize it's only important to people like her mom, who peaked at the age of sixteen and eyes up the pool lifeguard in a way that only an unsatisfied wife would. Or like her dad, living for the moment the way too young for them cashier at the market smiles at him- she's just doing her job - and fantasizing that maybe this girl is actually waiting for him to go buy ingredients for meatloaf.
The future is now her teachers keep telling them.
They're exactly one year away from graduating high school. They'll be adults soon. Don't they know they're supposed to have everything figured out by that age?
It's only the rest of their lives, after all.
No pressure.
As a kid whenever anybody asked her what she wanted to do when she grew up, she only ever had one answer.
"I wanna fly."
The adults ether indulged or laughed, depending on the setting.
Bur all she ever dreamed of was being able to fly far,far away from the suburban existence that somehow always felt like a trap.
The adults would never admit it, but they envy her youth.
The honesty she speaks, often brutal in its nature.
Her freedom from the shackles of life in suburbia that bind them to the lives they built out of fear, desire for security or just the simple notion that this would be enough, when in actuality it hasn't been enough for a very long time.
The kids her own age feel a similar way.
Why isn't she worried about the future?
Why does she think she's so special?
The thing is, she doesn't.
The reason she doesn't worry or care about the future?
Because she knows she doesn't have one.
Or rather, she's seen the kind of future available to her, decided she doesn't want it and that none is preferable.
There's no money for college and her grades were never good enough for scholarships. The middle child sandwiched between the golden sister and the baby brother.
A fill in. A ghost. An unfinished page in her parents' perfect life story.
Destined to become a footnote in her own.
Her - age 27.
She cares even less these days which sometimes makes her laugh.
A mirthless one that never reaches that genuine pitch. It's hollow to her own ears. An echo in an empty house. A dog barking in the distance.
A decade is a long time to wear down an already fatigued mind and heart.
The Mustang slices through the desert like a blade in the dark and behind its wheel, she thinks back over everything that led her to this point.
She'd always heard your life flashes before your eyes before dying.
One last trip down memory lane can't hurt.
She thinks of her parents always nagging her for not having any clear goals, for not being more like her siblings, for never caring enough.
Her high school years being the utter inverse of the best days of her life, as she was always informed they would be.
Every dead-end job and relationship she's had.
Some highlights reel.
She sighs, exhaling into the breeze that surrounds her and fans her blonde hair out around her like a halo.
Up ahead the road stretches out before her, seemingly into oblivion, kissing the sky at the edge of the horizon where heat waves bounce.
She swerves when the oncoming car does the same, the other a reluctant player in the game of chicken she initiated.
The other driver loses control and their car flips over, rolling once, then twice before it lands on its roof at the side of the highway.
She laughs, blue eyes meeting her own gaze in the rearview mirror, watching that other car erupt into flames behind her.
In the distance there's the all too familiar wail of sirens that have been tailing her on and off over the past three days.
This seems like as good a time as any to put an end to all this.
She's getting tired now.
In truth, she's been tired for a long time.
The kind of tired that runs bone deep and settles behind your ribcage as a dull ache.
Turning the car around, she accelerates, drives towards the cop cars.
One final game of chicken.
In that final five minutes that encapsulate the end of her short life though, a funny thing happens.
It happens so swiftly that she doesn't even have time to think, just feel.
Truly feel.
It's only when she realizes that this time she is going to die, that she notices how blue the sky is, how the flowering cacti at the side of the road are in bloom, adding color to a sun bleached landscape.
She feels the wind in her hair as her vehicle hits the squad car in a head on collision.
It caresses her skin as he sails through the air, for a brief moment suspended in time, weightless.
"I'm flying," she thinks before her body hits the tarmac.
And she smiles.
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fiction.
After going back and forth on a different idea for this prompt, I chose in the end, to write asubversion of the edgelord, because I'm contrary like that. Rather that this being someone who is being edgy for shock tactics, I wanted it to be someone who is in pain, but no one really cares to see that, because they're too concerned about themselves, and then wind up shocked when the extreme happens.
Inspired in part by growing up in an extremely small and repressed place, some angsty feelings I experienced as a teenager, and a beautiful conversation I had with
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Poet's Corner: Education for Leisure by Carol Ann Duffy
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September's theme is POEMS I LEARNED AT SCHOOL. Thank you
troisoiseaux for this one. What a poem to learn at school!
Education for Leisure by Carol Ann Duffy
Today I am going to kill something. Anything.
I have had enough of being ignored and today
I am going to play God. It is an ordinary day,
a sort of grey with boredom stirring in the streets.
I squash a fly against the window with my thumb.
We did that at school. Shakespeare. It was in
another language and now the fly is in another language.
I breathe out talent on the glass to write my name.
I am a genius. I could be anything at all, with half
the chance. But today I am going to change the world.
Something’s world. The cat avoids me. The cat
knows I am a genius, and has hidden itself.
I pour the goldfish down the bog. I pull the chain.
I see that it is good. The budgie is panicking.
Once a fortnight, I walk the two miles into town
for signing on. They don’t appreciate my autograph.
There is nothing left to kill. I dial the radio
and tell the man he’s talking to a superstar.
He cuts me off. I get our bread-knife and go out.
The pavements glitter suddenly. I touch your arm.
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Education for Leisure by Carol Ann Duffy
Today I am going to kill something. Anything.
I have had enough of being ignored and today
I am going to play God. It is an ordinary day,
a sort of grey with boredom stirring in the streets.
I squash a fly against the window with my thumb.
We did that at school. Shakespeare. It was in
another language and now the fly is in another language.
I breathe out talent on the glass to write my name.
I am a genius. I could be anything at all, with half
the chance. But today I am going to change the world.
Something’s world. The cat avoids me. The cat
knows I am a genius, and has hidden itself.
I pour the goldfish down the bog. I pull the chain.
I see that it is good. The budgie is panicking.
Once a fortnight, I walk the two miles into town
for signing on. They don’t appreciate my autograph.
There is nothing left to kill. I dial the radio
and tell the man he’s talking to a superstar.
He cuts me off. I get our bread-knife and go out.
The pavements glitter suddenly. I touch your arm.
Weekly Drabbles #287 — Punching Bag — BtVS / Spuffy [PG-13]
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Title: Punching Bag
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author:
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Characters/Pairing: Buffy/Spike
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Word count: 200 (Google Docs)
Spoilers/Setting: Set in S7, after ep. 7x16 “Storyteller.”
Summary: Buffy finds a way to let off some steam.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #490 - Issue by
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Challenge: [Sep 10 out of 20] Dance + Eyes + Strength by
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Crossposted: Sunnydale After Dark
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Into the void
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I write things down and I still forget! News and Views one day late.
1. I survived the dentist yesterday. They recommend a water pik, which I am not a fan of. The x rays which can make me cry and gag were only 4 total (2 on each side) and I endured without too much hardship.
2. My favorite challenge of the year is open for sign ups: Spook Me [https://spook-me.dreamwidth.org/22878.html]. I requested both of the new monsters: Raven and Graveyard. I am toying with the idea of doing an Ice Road Truckers AU (maybe BBC Sherlock).
3. I made my own chicken tenders for dinner Saturday and the boys ate them. Win for mom!
4. Minor is selling those chocolate bars for chorus fundraising. They are $2 now! Inflation!
5. I decided I was sick of my cleaning campaign so I cleaned the kitchen and front entrance at 830 pm last night just to be done with it for the month. The odd scheduling threw the boys' father off and he didn't do 2 of his usual tasks. It's funny how we are creatures of habit. I totally threw him off. He was a mess last night. He only took out half the trash and didn't turn on the dishwasher. Maybe to someone else it doesn't sound like a lot but to our household it was weird.
6. Yoga with Adriene dropped a new video today, and I am going to do it. This is the first time I've done a video the same day it dropped.
7. Drabble ficathon is going on here: https://drabbleonficathon.dreamwidth.org/1672.html
Worderlands prompt table is here: https://worderlands.dreamwidth.org/16761.html
Next month, I might go back to Kinktober. It's been a while. https://www.tumblr.com/kinktober-2025.
And there's always Whumptober: https://whumptober.tumblr.com/
8. Listening to Miles Davis autobiography (heroin is a helluva drug) and Rebus #21 and I just got the Inspector Chopra #1 and the second in the Judge Dee series. Lots of mystery!
1. I survived the dentist yesterday. They recommend a water pik, which I am not a fan of. The x rays which can make me cry and gag were only 4 total (2 on each side) and I endured without too much hardship.
2. My favorite challenge of the year is open for sign ups: Spook Me [https://spook-me.dreamwidth.org/22878.html]. I requested both of the new monsters: Raven and Graveyard. I am toying with the idea of doing an Ice Road Truckers AU (maybe BBC Sherlock).
3. I made my own chicken tenders for dinner Saturday and the boys ate them. Win for mom!
4. Minor is selling those chocolate bars for chorus fundraising. They are $2 now! Inflation!
5. I decided I was sick of my cleaning campaign so I cleaned the kitchen and front entrance at 830 pm last night just to be done with it for the month. The odd scheduling threw the boys' father off and he didn't do 2 of his usual tasks. It's funny how we are creatures of habit. I totally threw him off. He was a mess last night. He only took out half the trash and didn't turn on the dishwasher. Maybe to someone else it doesn't sound like a lot but to our household it was weird.
6. Yoga with Adriene dropped a new video today, and I am going to do it. This is the first time I've done a video the same day it dropped.
7. Drabble ficathon is going on here: https://drabbleonficathon.dreamwidth.org/1672.html
Worderlands prompt table is here: https://worderlands.dreamwidth.org/16761.html
Next month, I might go back to Kinktober. It's been a while. https://www.tumblr.com/kinktober-2025.
And there's always Whumptober: https://whumptober.tumblr.com/
8. Listening to Miles Davis autobiography (heroin is a helluva drug) and Rebus #21 and I just got the Inspector Chopra #1 and the second in the Judge Dee series. Lots of mystery!
MCU15 > prompt tables
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GOAL: Write 15 fanfics (100 words mim.) for 15 different prompts.
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